[Good day, Luceti.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Not Fayel
getting a bit concerned
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What can you tell me of this place?
Uh-
...um, this is Luceti. It's some kind of...different Planet or dimension or something. The people here are from all different worlds; usually you don't get more than a handful from the same place.
[If everything he says is true, Sigmund is beginning to have some nasty suspicions about what happened before he woke up here.]
You haven't told me your name.
[He gestures to the shop just down the street.] There's where you can get your clothes, and there, [here he gestures to the weapons' shop and smithy] is where you might find your sword and shield. I'll wait for you over by the fountain.
Thank you.
[And Sigmund will disappear into the shops, to return some time later with his clothes, sword, greaves, and a big clanking bundle... along with an expression just daring Cloud to laugh at this.]
...but he is faintly amused until he remembers Sigmund needing help to get his breastplate and shoulder armor off so someone could pop a dislocated shoulder back into place.]
...uh...do you need help?
[If he gets it on he'll just have to spend an hour trying to get it off later, and that would just be- unless Cloud was offering to carry it? He glances to the side and holds the bundle out experimentally. Worth a try, after all.]
...so anyway. Um, I can show you a place you can stay until you have a look around for yourself and decide what you want to do.
That would be appreciated.
Cloud leads Sigmund down the road to the New Feather welcome center.] There's beds in here, information...they make meals and stuff too, so you don't have to worry about it as you get yourself situated.
I believe I owe you.
You'll be taken advantage of, with that attitude.
You will allow me to return the favor. [And he'll be taking that sack of clank back now, thanks.]
Peace out Sig.]